I woke up one day too tired to run;
I just didn't have the energy anymore.
I didn't have the resolve to fight.
I didn't have it within me to take action either.
I decided to let the wind blow,
Not really caring where it took me.
I gave myself to the breeze,
Taking as little action as possible.
I continue to go through the motions.
I sacrificed all emotion.
I did all this because living is just too hard.
But then again, so is dying.
Now every day I wake up so goddamn tired...